Cars, trucks, motorcycles, buses, Lance Armstrong wannabes in lycra, camping cars and caravans (motorhomes and travel trailers), the occasional pilgrim walking the river route...the world travels beneath my window. Literally...the house sits right on the road! When buses and big trucks pass, their whoosh rattles the windows and momentarily stops conversation. From around 5am til a bit after dark, travelers rush from here to there...getting the trip done and taking care of business.
But it's the river that brings never-ceasing movement....flowing and changing almost minute by minute. It's fascinating to watch it reflect the sunlight or shiver with a breeze. After a rain, it runs fast, sometimes muddy. Light dances on it in the early morning. When the wind blows upstream, it looks as if it's flowing backwards. Occasionally a fish will jump creating ever-widening circles of ripples. One warm day last fall a speed boat with a water-skier attached roared by right in front of the house; that's a 'no no' on this part of the river, but c'est la vie, as they say here! And before the road, the river was a highway for transporting people and goods to market...'getting it done' the old -fashioned way.
See the river flow? Watch the dancing diamonds! Did you catch the church bell chiming the half hour?
Back to front; quiet, still, unchanging to movement, action and busy-ness; each side of the Chatette reflects what has shaped this land for thousands of years. Stone and water; still and moving; stability and change, letting it be and getting it done.